You may recall that we hatched some chicks back in May. Great excitement as eight survived and with the finer weather we were able to put them outside quite soon - which saved the dreadful smell in the playroom! As they got bigger we let them roam free around the garden and noticed that the yellow team (as the eight became known) always stuck together and were very happy. We gave two of them away to some friends who had lost two chickens to Mr Fox but we were looking forward to the six growing and, inevitably, being dispatched to the freezer in about three months time.
Well, we didn't count on our very own local Mr Fox or whichever of his friends it was who came in and scoffed the lot, leaving just five feathers for us to find. The extraordinary thing is that he came during the middle of the day when we are around and when the three dogs are also out. We heard nothing - well, maybe we were in the house at the actual time of the murders - and the dogs apparently heard nothing either.
It made us realise just how fast these things occur and not to count our chickens before they're dispatched - sorry, rotten joke but I have to stay cheerful somehow.
We do still have the three in the blue team although we are still not sure if they are three hens or three cocks - the former we'll keep for eggs, the latter, well...And we also still have the original two hens and their cockerel.